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Dec 2015
Look into my eyes
what do you see, besides -
a broken heart - facing its demise.
a harsh reality collides, against
a mountain of lies buried in piles
stacked for miles
so the reality, impossible to see.
How can it be, that this happened to me;
love making pain a possibility
giving you the ability
to make me a liability
me loving you
is an exercise in;
futility.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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